The
"brother" brought me into his house,He lay me
down on the honey-fragrant bed,And when my
dear sweet-heart had lain very close to me,One-by-one,
making tongue, one-by-one,My fair faced
"brother" did fifty.As if dumb
struck I moved toward him,Trembling
below, I pushed quietly to him,My "brother,"
hand placed on his thigh,My dear sweet-heart,
so did I pass the time with him there.